Jaws Page #16

Brody has the cork out of the wine. Pop.

HOOPER:

I was lucky to find that in town --

it's an estate bottled vintage year...

Brody takes the fine wine, and pours it into his drink glass

filling the tumbler to the top with ice cubes, diluted scotch,

and the wine.

HOOPER:

(as Brody pours)

We ought to let it breathe...

Whatever.

BRODY:

Let's all have a drink.

He extends the bottle to Hooper, who politely accepts a token

sip. He takes some for himself, and offers some to Ellen.

BRODY:

You too, sweetheart...

ELLEN:

Thank you.

HOOPER:

(toasting)

Here's to your husband, the only

other rational man on the island.

Day after tomorrow, I'll be gone,

and he'll be the only one.

ELLEN:

You're leaving?

HOOPER:

Going out on the 'Aurora.'

ELLEN:

Is that a boat?

HOOPER:

Is it! The best-funded research

expedition to ever study the shark...

around the world in 18 months.

ELLEN:

Like those Cousteau specials on

television? I think it's for the

kids, but I love them.

HOOPER:

Better than Cousteau, or Compagno

with computers, telemetry, Defense

Department funding...

ELLEN:

I saw a show with sea otters, and a

big turtle... Mikey loved it. Made

me promise to get him one. Will you

live on the boat?

HOOPER:

Yep.

ELLEN:

Martin hates boats. Hates the water.

On the ferry to the mainland, he

sits in the car the whole way over.

He's got this childhood thing, there's

a clinical word for it.

BRODY:

Drowning. Lemme ask you something.

Is it true most attacks take place

in three feet of water, around 10

feet from the beach?

HOOPER:

Yeah. Like the kid on your beach.

I wish I could've examined that shark

they caught...

BRODY:

Something else. Do most attacks go

unreported?

HOOPER:

About half of them. A lot of 'missing

swimmers' are really shark victims.

BRODY:

There's a kind of a lone shark,

called, uh...

HOOPER:

Rogue?

BRODY:

Yeah. Rogue. Picks out an area where

there's food and hangs out there as

long as the food supply lasts?

HOOPER:

It's called Territoriality. It's a

theory.

BRODY:

And before 1900, when people first

starting swimming for recreation,

before public bathing and resorts,

there were very few shark attacks,

cause sharks didn't know what they

were missing?

HOOPER:

You could say that.

Brody digests all this; confirmation of facts he has gleaned

in his newly acquired knowledge of the shark species.

There is a long pause.

BRODY:

Why don't we have one more drink,

you and I, and then we go down and

cut open that old shark and see for

sure what's inside him, or not.

ELLEN:

Can you do that?

BRODY:

I am Chief of Police. I can do

anything I want.

(to Hooper)

You want to come?

HOOPER:

I'm flattered you should ask.

He gets up and they both start out. Ellen watches them go.

INT. BOAT SHED - NIGHT

Dark, spooky shed, with shadows of boats and strange

silhouettes of boat parts and scaffolding. At one end, the

large, symmetrical bulk of the shark's carcass lies on a

tarp. A single dark figure is bending over the dead shark.

The large double doors at one end of the shed squeak open,

and the Shadowy Figure moves abruptly away from the shark.

The new entrants move into the shed. It is Hooper and Brody

and they are continuing the conversation begun in the car on

the way over.

As the Shadowy Figure moves silently into a vantage point

against one wall, he passes through the light from a window;

it is Quint, and we only see him long enough to recognize

him as he backs against the wall.

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